The heart of Mid-LothianArchibald Constable, 1818 - Počet stran: 375 |
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answered Archibald Argyle's auld bairn betwixt boat brockit Captain of Knockdunder carriage clergyman daughter David Deans Deans's dinna Dolly Donacha Dhu Duke of Argyle Duke's Dumbartonshire Dunlop cheeses Edinburgh Effie Effie's enquiries eyes father favour feelings Firth frae gang gentleman Glass Grace gracious Duncan gude hand happy hath head heard heart HEART OF MID-LOTHIAN Highland honour husband Inverary Jeanie Deans Jeanie's JEDEDIAH CLEISHBOTHAM kirk Knocktarlitie Lady Staunton Laird land leddy letter lived Lodge Longtown look Madge mair Manse maun ment mind minister muckle Murdockson never occasion ower parish person puir Ratcliffe replied respect Reuben Butler Roseneath Scot Scotland seemed seen siller Sir George Staun Sir George Staunton sister St Leonard's suld tamn thing thought tion tone weel whilk wife wild Wildfire Willingham wish woman young young savage
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Strana 242 - When first they put the name of king upon me, And bade them speak to him ; then prophet-like They hail'd him father to a line of kings : Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown And put a barren sceptre in my gripe, Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand, No son of mine succeeding.
Strana 257 - But who is this, what thing of sea or land ? Female of sex it seems, That, so bedeck'd, ornate, and gay, Comes this way, sailing...
Strana 368 - Meanwhile, happy in each other, in the prosperity of their family, and the love and honour of all who knew them, this simple pair lived beloved, and died lamented. READER—This tale will not be told in vain, if it shall be found to illustrate the great truth, that guilt, though it may attain temporal splendour, can never confer real happiness...
Strana 38 - Let us return to the Lord, for he hath torn, and he will heal us — He hath smitten, and he will bind us up.
Strana 67 - Proud Maisie is in the wood, Walking so early. Sweet Robin sits on the bush, Singing so rarely. "Tell me, thou bonny bird, When shall I marry me ''. " " When six braw gentlemen Kirkward shall carry ye." " Who makes the bridal bed, Birdie, say truly ? " "The grey-headed sexton, That delves the grave duly." The glowworm o'er grave and stone Shall light thee steady ; The owl from the steeple sing, "Welcome, proud lady.